The Age of Creators
The Beginning
There are many religious and philosophical records regarding the origin of Elyzia, yet none so accurate as the ‘Tome of Creation and Fall.’
The Great Council of Philosophers at Athenon compiled the ‘Book of Creation and Fall,’ based on the holy scriptures of all religions, historic archives from various races, and all the ancient writings from the monuments of old. They have formulated the timeline in their own terms, for no one knows how the Creators and Immortals counted their days or years.
According to this great tome, the origins of this world go back billions of years ago, the age before the Age of Creators, when the lands and waters of Mother Elyzia were roamed by her primordial children.
The West was reigned by Vervyn, the Spirits of Chaos. Beasts of darkness roamed their realms; giants with freezing breath and skin of ice, fiery beasts with breath of flames, and serpents wrapped in shadows and darkness. The East was ruled by the Evyn, the Spirits of Light, in whose realms roamed winged creatures as white as snow, and beasts as gentle and loving as unicorns of glowing coats, phoenixes of light, and the lovely nymphs and mermaids.
All was well and balanced.
Millions of centuries passed, and Mother Elyzia went into slumber.
From what is gleaned from the ancient carvings of the sidhe, the Children of Elyzia saw a bright light in the darkness. They saw great winged beings descend from the heavens, brighter than Argia, the Queen of the Spirits of Light. They called them the Vyndári, or as we call them, the Creators. Many scripts claim that they came to Elyzia seeking refuge from their destroyed homeland, but there are others that say they might have been banished from the great halls of their Lord. We can only conclude that they came to Elyzia to make it their home.
What the Children of Elyzia saw, it made them scream and beat their heads to the ground in grief. They witnessed Qiguel the Mountain, mightiest of all Vyndári, chain Mother Elyzia with his celestial chains and bind her to Agnivrak, the Star of Fire, which today we call the sun.
Ramiel the Lightning, their leader, pulled out her silvery heart (the moon) and flung it into the sky, from where it would seep just enough life into her to keep her alive. With their mother and protector weakened, the spirits had little hope against the Vyndári.
They came with blazing swords and shining armors, wings of pristine white spread behind them. The Children of Elyzia were powerful, but none of them could stand against the outsiders who had descended from the heavens. They slaughtered and killed the spirits and beasts, both of light and darkness, driving the few survivors to the ends of the world. They made the former seat of Mother Elyzia their home, and named the continent Avanthelon, or the ‘New World,’ whose ruins still remain in Asta Oceana Tercera (Third Ocean of the West).
Trapped and weakened, Mother Elyzia could do nothing but cry out in rage, and when she did, her colossal form trembled; the mountains spewed fire, and the seas rose to the skies, and the continents shattered, but Avanthelon remained untouched, for it was protected by the Mountain Fortresses of Celestial Iron and Stone.
Thus began the Age of Creators.
Lord of the Vyndári, Ramiel the Lightning, proclaimed himself King of the New World and Emperor over all of Elyzia. He sat on the Celestial Throne with his equal, Afriel the Beautiful, the most breathtaking of all the Vyndári.
The Creators
The Creators ruled from Válmar, and there was no city on Elyzia that could surpass it in beauty and greatness. It was a city of great white halls and temples, of sky-scraping silver and gold columns, and of massive trees and lakes.
All was well in Avanthelon, but there was one thing that caused regret to Lord Ramiel and Lady Afriel, and it was their inability to conceive a child. The Queen’s distress was starting to gnaw at the light of life within her, and Ramiel was loath to see her in such state. He went into the meadows and stared at the sky, at the light of life within the flaming star of Agnivrak, and in it he saw the answer.
When Afriel rested in her chambers, Ramiel descended into the deepest vaults of his White Fortress, Alvé Drekken. He uttered the words of power in the Tongue of the Creators, and a chest bound in chains burst forth from the ground. He opened the gilded lid, and in it was the Dagger of life and Death, Vehryn Azril, a dagger with the hilt of ice and the blade of flame. He cut off a chunk of his own flesh and carved it into his likeness, singing it the song of life in the ancient tongue of creation.
He bathed it with his golden blood and placed a fragment of his light of life in it. His voice was harsh, and unbeknown to him, his song weaved his prejudice and wrath and misery into his creation. When he held it up, he saw that it was crude and ugly, but his misplaced pride swept aside his judgment and thought.
He wrapped it in garb of silver and gold to hide its unpleasantness and presented it to Afriel. She looked at it in curiosity, but when it opened its eyes of molten flame, the Creator Queen flinched in revulsion and screamed in horror, for she had never seen anything as terrifying as the creature in her husband's arms. She cursed and cried that it was an omen of evil.
On the very same day, the Elder of all Seers, Ryujin, came to Alvé Drekken, for Ramiel had done the forbidden and unleashed the Blade of Life and Death. Ryujin gave him a warning from the seers, for they had seen fire and flames, and in its midst, a being in the likeness of Ramiel. The Creator King, ashamed and afraid of The First Creation, and eager to conceal his blunder from the other Nobles, tossed it into the pits of Ashura’ven, the black continent at the westernmost reaches of the world.
His acts ushered in the Second Era of the Age of Creators, also called the Era of Great Unrest.
Years turned to decades, and decades turned to centuries. Every time she thought of Ramiel’s creation, the Vyndári Queen Afriel cringed in revulsion, but she was truly intrigued, for she had heard of the Vehryn Azril, the dagger of life and death. Every night Afriel asked her husband to share the secret of creation with her. But he kept it within him, for he remembered Ryujin’s warning. Year after year, she tried to coax it out of him, and year after year, he refused, until one day, when in the euphoria of intoxicating wine and ecstatic lovemaking, he finally spilled the Secret of Creation, but under the oath that she would not repeat it to another. Afriel agreed, for she had no intention of sharing it with anyone else.
The First Mother
One day, when the pangs of motherhood returned, Afriel stole into Ramiel’s treasure chambers, and unbeknown to him, she used the Vehryn Azril to carve out a part of herself into a being of her likeness. It was perfect, for she was a master sculptor, famed in all of Avanthelon. She breathed her thoughts into it and sung it the song of creation in the tongue of Ancients. It was soft and mellow and sweet, and her creation became so. She then breathed into it a fraction of her Light of Life. She called her creation Imináfriel, or delicate Afriel, for it was a feeble and mortal replication of the Creator Queen.
Lady Afriel hid Imináfriel in the innermost chambers of her palace, away from the eyes of her husband and servants. She taught Imináfriel the arts, literatures, and philosophies of her people. She turned into a lovely woman, almost as beautiful as Afriel. As years passed, Imináfriel grew weary of the gilded halls and the ornate columns, and she desired to see the world outside. She begged Afriel to take her out of her chambers, to see the sun and the moon and the stars she had heard so much about. But Afriel refused, fearing the wrath of her Lord Husband, Ramiel, and the Elder Seer, Ryujin. She knew Imináfriel was too delicate and frail to survive in Avanthelon.
Three days before the festival of the Ten Heavenly Stars, Afriel received a message from Ryujin. Afriel was gripped by fear, for the Elder Seer knew of Imináfriel. On the night before the festival, she stole Imináfriel from Avanthelon and took her to a land far in the East.
It was Válca, the Continent of Great Forests and Sweeping Plains. Afriel placed Imináfriel in the sleep of death, wrapping her in spells which would keep her safe from the prying eyes of the seers.
Afriel knew she would be alone. She used her magic and inseminated Imináfriel with fifteen eggs as a parting gift. They would lie dormant until Imináfriel was ready to conceive. She promised to return to Válca when the Seers had forgotten about her.
Afriel had not foreseen what awaited her when she reached Avanthelon. Ryujin had seen her crossing the mountain walls of Avanthelon and had cautioned Ramiel. Beside himself with fury, for he had banned the crossing of the Mountain Fortresses when Avanthelon was formed, he forbade her to leave the outer walls of the Capital. To Afriel’s relief, the seer had kept the knowledge of Imináfriel to himself, and for that she was grateful.
Thousands of years passed.
Afriel had stopped thinking about Imináfriel and had forgotten her, but it was not long before the pangs of motherhood returned again, more powerful than ever. Ryujin knew what was to happen, but he also foresaw his demise at the hands of the bitter Queen if he were to interfere again, and the destruction of Avanthelon if he did not do so. Left with little choice, he gathered his followers and deserted Avanthelon. The Great Seer was said to have taken to the heavens, never to be seen again.
Meanwhile, Afriel convinced her husband to create another child for her, but this time, she would help him. This time, there was no Ryujin to advise him otherwise, and Ramiel gave in to the pleading of his wife. Together, Ramiel and Afriel created the new being; he sung onto it strength and pride, she gave it beauty and kindness, he conferred on it power, and she sung unto it control; together, they created a child they both adored and loved. It was the first Vyngil, an Immortal as we know them, a being almost as perfect as them, but more deadly, for it had the power of reason and question.
The Immortals
They called the child Apollyon, the first and greatest of all Immortals. He grew up amid wonder and envy, for the Creators had accepted him in their fold. He fought sword to sword with the greatest warriors, he argued mind to mind with the greatest philosophers, he sung key to key with the greatest bards, and there was no other more creative and intelligent than him.
Pleased with their creation, Ramiel and Afriel created fifteen immortals in the likeness of Apollyon, eight male and seven female.
They were Astaroth, Triton, Amphyra, Avenil, Gual, Buel, Hiranil, Civenil, Ivanel, Diriel, Juriel, Eguel, Kilayel, Finarel, Nuarel. They were the progenitors of all the Immortals that came after. They were the only ones allowed in the holy land of Várkahn, or Avanthelon as it was called.
The Creators ruled for many eons thereafter, and the Immortal children prospered under them. Apollyon grew popular, both among the Creators and the Immortals.
As years passed, he grew vain and prideful. The Creators envied his beauty and gifts and the other Immortals admired and worshiped him. He grew to think himself greater than the Creators. His pride and arrogance grew to such extent that during the Festival of Heavenly Stars, high in the stupor of wine, he challenged Ramiel himself and laid claim on the Throne of Válmar.
The Creator King was enraged beyond measure, for he had loved Apollyon as a dear son. Blinded by fury, he stripped Apollyon of all that was his and banished him to the dark continent of Ashura’ven, the abyss of boiling pits and churning blackness where the maleficent primordial creatures were confined with his First Creation.
Ramiel did not stop at that, sending into exile anyone who had shown the slightest inclination to join Apollyon. This came to be known as the First Rebellion or Prima Defecti, and it sowed the seeds of resentment among the Creators and the Immortals of Avanthelon.
The Creators murmured about Ryujin and his followers, for no one had seen them or heard about them since before the birth of Apollyon. They suspected the Royal Couple, for they had known of their resentment with the Elder Seer. Many sympathizers of Apollyon who had escaped exile added flames to these rumors. The others believed what they heard, for they had grown disconnected from their own King.
It is said that, during this time of unrest, Astaroth, one of the First Fifteen, went to the Northern Fortress of Qiguel the Mountain and complained to him about the atrocities of Ramiel.
Astaroth had loved and admired his elder brother above all else, and when Ramiel had sentenced him to the abyss, Astaroth had mourned for days and months, devising of ways to exact vengeance on the Creator King.
He showed Qiguel images of dead Vyndári women and children in a pool of silver blood, and he showed him images of Immortals roaming the deserts and wilderness in exile. He begged of Qiguel to deliver them from the atrocities of Ramiel and save Avanthelon from a mad ruler. He possessed the sharpness of mind and the pull of tongue that once was Apollyon’s, and Qiguel was convinced.
His roar of rage made the mountain fortress tremble. There was only one thing that could kill a Vyndári, and it was the Blade of Creation. It was law that the blade be not wielded to do away with the light of life of any Vyndári, and he saw that his brother had broken it. Little did he know that it was Astaroth who had stolen the fiery dagger and slain those Vyndári with trickery.
Qiguel stormed the White Fortress in rage and confronted Ramiel, giving him no time to speak. Ramiel drew his sword in anger, and Qiguel did likewise. The halls shook and columns collapsed, but their rage did not cease.
The Final Battle
The battle of the mightiest of the Vyndári wreaked havoc in the capital. The lands shook and the skies thundered, bringing down temples and mountains.
When the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon, Afriel burst through the door, carrying news of the coup.
It was too late by the time Ramiel and Qiguel regained their senses. Astaroth and the other dissenters had already laid siege to Alvé Drekken.
Ramiel and Qiguel were weakened, but twelve of Astaroth’s own siblings, Avenians as we call them, stood with Ramiel and the Creators. The other two siblings, Triton and Amphyra, Vyohreisians as they are named, rejected both sides and deserted the great continent of Várkahn with their ten children.
Thus began the Immortal War or the Vyngil Milita for the dominion of Mother Elyzia. The war continued for years, sweeping through the entirety of Avanthelon, reducing it to debris of stone and piles of ash. Blood of gold and blood of silver flowed through the streets, marring the once great city.
On the hundredth day as is claimed by the Sidhe, Astaroth and his forces were utterly defeated. Ramiel and his loyal Vyndári sentenced every traitor to death, executing them with Vehryn Azril, for Avenil had taken the dagger from Astaroth. As it was the blade of life, it was the blade of death also, and those who had their Light of Life drained by its black flames, was no more.
When all seemed lost, Astaroth and the hundred survivors fled from Várkahn and hid in the bowels of Xethon, the Continent of Wilderness in Asta Oceana Cienta (Hundredth Ocean of the West), escaping the wrath of the Vyndári.
With Válmar in ruin, and its great cities defiled by blood and fire, the Heavenly Continent of Avanthelon was no more what it once was. Even though Ramiel and Qiguel tried to bring the nation back to glory, it proved futile, for where there was once love, there was resentment, and where there was once laughter, there was now sorrow.
The time had come, and Ramiel and Afriel and the other Vyndári had grown weary of what was once their home. Ramiel handed over the Throne of Elyzia to Avenil and named him Lord over all of Elyzia. The Creators returned to the skies from whence they had come, leaving this world to the Twelve Immortal Children who had remained faithful to them.
Thus began the Age of the Immortals.
Characters & Places
Afriel the Beautiful
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Apollyon
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Argia
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Astaroth
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Avenil
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First Creation
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Imináfriel
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Mother Elyzia
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Qiguel the Mountain
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Ramiel the Lightning
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Ryujin the Knowing
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Triton
- Queen of the Creators (Vyndári)
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- The second child of Ramiel/The First Immportal (Vyngil)
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- Queen of the Spirits of Light
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- One of the First Fifteen Vyngil (Immortals)/Leader of the Immortal Rebellion
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- Leader of the Avenian Immortals/Vyngil who stood against their rebellious sibling, Astaroth
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- The creation of Ramiel/Lord of Shadows
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- The creation of Afriel/Mother of Humans, Elves, and Sidhe
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- Mother of the Infinite World
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- A commander of the Vyndári
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- King of the Creators (Vyndári)
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- Seer of the Creators
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- Leader of the Vyohreisian Immortals
Alvé Drekken
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Ashura’ven
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Avanthelon
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Válca
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Valmár
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Xethon
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- Palace of the Creators
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- A black continent at the westernmost reaches of the world
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- Continent of the Creators, located in Asta Oceana Tercera (The Third Ocean of the West), now called Várkahn
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- Continent of Great Forests and Sweeping Plains, located in Esta Ocena Dieza (The Tenth Ocean of the East)
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- Capital of the Creators
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- Continent of Wilderness, located in Asta Oceana Cienta (The Hundredth Ocean of the West)
The Age of Immortals
The Arrival
The Avenians left Avanthelon and built their golden cities in the continent of Granterra in Oceana Primera (The First Ocean). Avenil, the Immortal King, named his capital Avenia. It was surrounded by a natural fortress of jagged mountains and frozen waters, far from the reaches of mere mortals.
The Avenians kept to their own devices, not interfering in the matters of the ingenious deities and nature spirits that had descended from the Children of Elyzia.
The Avenians ruled over the creations of the Creators for almost a billion years. Their reign wasn’t as long as the Creators who had ruled for almost four billion years, but the Avenians were more popular among their subjects. Their reign extended across many oceans for thousands and thousands of years. Everything and everyone prospered under their rule.
It was during the end years of the Age of Immortals that Astaroth resurfaced again, stronger than ever.
He built his fortress on the mountainous island of Dragontooth, gathering forces and preparing for war. With him stood the defeated Immortals, the primeval ice giants and fire breathing beasts that had sought refuge on Xethon during the inquisition of the Creators, and even a few nature spirits with a grudge against the Avenians.
They laid siege on Granterra, laying waste to the entire continent as they marched on the Golden Cities of the Immortals.
The Avenians were more powerful, but their forces could not stand against the monstrous armies that Astaroth had built. The Second War of the Immortals lasted for a hundred years, sweeping through the oceans of the east and the west.
When all seemed lost, Triton and the Immortals who had not taken part in the first war, came to the aid of the Avenians fearing Astaroth’s dominion over Elyzia.
Their arrival turned the tides. The war ended with the defeat of Astaroth and his armies.
Triton and Avenil imprisoned Astaroth and his surviving followers deep within his own Mountain Fortress on the island of Dragontooth, and Eguel, the one whom mortals call the Goddess of Death, placed six of her Demon Wardens to guard it.
Triton and Avenil made a pact to stay out of each other’s territories. Triton would rule the First Ocean, and the Avenians would rule over the creations of the Creators in Granterra, and both sides would not interfere with the mortals.
All Immortals retreated to the mountains or the oceans, leaving the razed world to the mortals.
Thus ended the Age of Immortals.
The Age of mortals
OCEANA PRIMERA
ARIA
Aregon
The Rise of Kalypso
Thirty thousand years have passed since the fall of Astaroth when the Immortals surface again. This time, it is Triton’s own daughters Kalypso, Kalliope, and Kallisto. They snatch the kingdoms from the mortal kings of Granterra, making them their vassals. Their campaigns leave the mighty kingdoms in ruin, and their empires encompass almost the entirety of Oceana Primera (The First Ocean).
They rule the First Ocean with an iron fist, not tolerating the slightest dissent.
Almost seven thousand years later, Kallisto and Kalliope, ignorant and hot blooded as they are, try to lay siege on Avenia, the hidden nation of the Avenians. But the daughters of the sea and their armies are utterly defeated and vanquished by a single Immortal, Eguel, the Goddess of Death.
Kalypso, having played no part in the war, offers vast tribute to the Avenians, and hence her presence in Granterra is condoned. She has also reined in the rebellious half-blood sons of Avenil, and all the Mortal Kings and the troublesome deities of Granterra, which pleases the Avenian Immortals.
Forty thousand years after the fall of Astaroth, and three thousand years after the fall of her sisters, Kalypso has grown vain and prideful, mistreating her generals and vassals. The three Half-Immortal brothers Acyrion, Hyperion, Ilirion, along with Vrog Ra, the Sovereign of the Vampyre Covens, stage a coup and devise a plot to kill their Empress. When the scheme all but comes to fruition, Ilirion sneaks into Kalypso’s chamber and freezes her in deep slumber.
He hides her body from his brothers on some continent far away, for he believes it is a grave sin to kill an Immortal. Acyrion and Hyperion, blind with rage, turn on their brother and kill him in cold blood. Fearing their father’s rage, Acyrion and Hyperion flee to the far continent of Xethon, in the Hundredth Ocean of the West.
Thus ends the rule of the Three Sisters.
INDRAVATI
PANCHASTHAVI
The Rakkasa Dynasty
The War of the End concludes with the victory of the devas over the asuras. Swargaloka is claimed by the devas and the asuras retreat to the patalaloka. Bhuviloka is left to the mortals.
Dwaytiya Yuga holds the promise of peace after the unending war that ravaged the sub-continent and drew the curtains on Pratama Yuga. There are no kingdoms or cities or towns or villages. Every race, manusas, danavas, vanaras, apsaras, yakshas, and daityas, live freely in a unified society. They are sustained by the bounty of Bhudevi’s sacred woods.
There are no rules or laws. Rights are not rewarded and wrongs are not punished. The first people are controlled by affection, not fear.
One fateful day, a young human maiden wanders to the edge of Bhudevi’s sacred woods and ventures beyond into the forbidden land.
It’s all dark and quiet. Amid the blackness, she sees a man more beautiful and charming that any mortal being from her own land. He beckons and she follows him into the shadows, bewitched.
How can she know it was an asura plotting revenge on the devas and vengeance on the mortals who worshiped them?
She returns to Bhudevi’s sacred woods seven months due. In the eighteenth month, a child as bright and beautiful as the moon is born. The golden horns poking through his dark locks make the others apprehensive, but not the proud mother. She calls them boons of the devas.
How could she know it was an asura she lay with and not a deva? How could she know her child was the first rakshasa, a harbinger of ruin and chaos?
She names him Kanakaśrnga, or the Gold Horned. The seeds of anger, arrogance, envy, gluttony, greed, lust, and sloth soon take root in him as he grows.
His beauty is soon replaced by a ugliness carved by arrogance. Unfettered wrath twists his features. Gluttony makes him big, monstrous.
His anger breeds fear in the sacred woods. He begins taking women he lusts, slaying their beloved without mercy. Everyone he envies start disappearing from their abodes.
Every act of evil is performed in the shadows of night, hidden from the watchful eyes of Bhudevi.
He makes the maidens he has claimed kill and cook him meat. He makes the men he has conquered do his evil will.
They become his followers and servants, controlled under the pretense of protection. His deeds pave way for the first ever village.
KanakaÅ›rnga sires a hundred sons, who inherit his corrupt will after his death. The most powerful of them all, RajataÅ›rnga, takes over, building upon his father’s tyranny. Hundreds of villages, supervised by RajataÅ›rnga’s brothers and sisters, take root. RajataÅ›rnga rules them all from a city bound by stone. He names the capital Amara.
Rajataśrnga becomes the first lord of lands; a zamindar.
Rajataśrnga is succeeded by his cruelest son, Tamraśrnga, who commands his thousand brothers and sisters to bend their knee. Not all of them heed his will. Five hundred rakshasas end up dead overnight, and the others bend their knee soon enough.
Amara prospers; stone is replaced by gleaming gold. TamraÅ›rnga conquers everything that is free and good and proclaims himself king of his so called Forever Kingdom. He appoints senanis to guard the vanquished lands. They keep watch from their impenetrable towers. They fly on terrible steeds, enforcing the rakshasa king’s rule. The cruel and cunning flourish and the timid and righteous wither. It’s a golden age for his followers, but not for the commoners. It is their sweat that sustains Amara’s gold veneer. The poor are no more than livestock, to be used as the rich will.
They start praying the forbidden prayers and singing the outlawed hymns in secret. They do it for years and decades, until Bhudevi wakes from her slumber. She is infuriated to see her lands and children cursed. Her enraged wail summons Amara’s saviors.
The First Heroes
Every descendant of Kanakaśrnga is routed, until only Tamraśrnga remains.
Taken by fear and paranoia, TamraÅ›rnga seeks a jyothishi’s help. He is warned that his end will come at the hands of Indradeva’s demigod son. The rakshasa kills the seer in a fit of rage. Unable to quell his distress, he goes to another jyothishi, who tells him to look out for the hero born from Suryadeva.
Five heroes touch land on Amara’s shore, each with the blood of the almighty devas. They are atimaharathis wielding unmatched power. Indraputra Indrajit with his lance of lightning that can strike anything he wants dead, Suryaputra Shurakarna with his fiery armor that can incinerate anything that means him harm, Agniputra Agnisatva with his fiery bow and arrows that can burn anything he shoots into ashes, Vayuputra Bhimavega with his spiked mace that can crush anything it lands upon, and Varunaputri Sathyavarni with her trident of ice that can freeze anything it touches.
Even TamraÅ›rnga’s senanis on their flying mounts are no match for the First Heroes. Their victories inspire the commoners and fill them with strength.
Rebellions break out across Amara as people of all races rise behind the heroes and bring down TamraÅ›rnga’s dynasty.
He goes to three others, who say the heroes born of Agnideva, Vayudeva, and Varunadeva will be responsible for his death.
Tamraśrnga turns to the very devas he despised. He performs severe tapasya honoring them, offering five of his arms as sacrifice to each god until he is left with only one. In return, he is granted a boon. Indradeva gives him an armor that will guard him from weapons of lightning. The other devas also give him armors to guard against their respective celestial weapons.
The First Heroes come to take TamraÅ›rnga’s head, but they are unable to land a single blow and are vanquished without effort on the rakshasa king’s part.
TamraÅ›rnga is on the verge of reclaiming everything he lost when the heroes decide to beseech their celestial fathers. They get little help. They are told to seek Bhudevi’s aid.
When they turn to the mother of all living things, she advises them to combine their powers and forge an arrow imbued with their blood. It will pass through all five layers of celestial armor, as one deva’s defense cannot stop the power of the other four.
They return to the City of Gold with their new celestial weapon, Panchadeva Bana. The rakshasa king laughs at them and ridicules them, too confident in the protection of devas. He arrogantly bares his armored chest and challenges them to try their best.
Agnisatva raises his bow and nocks the ultimate arrow. It cuts through all five celestial armors and burns all six hearts of Tamraśrnga. He drops dead at their feet, done in by his own arrogance.
The end comes for KanakaÅ›rnga’s Rakkasa Dynasty and the first kingdom of mortals.
The Seeds of Discord
She brings forth a solution for their predicament.
They will each fire an arrow from Agnisatva’s bow.
Wherever their arrows land, it will mark the heart of their domain.
During the end days of the Dwaytiya Yuga, when the Indravi Empire is on the decline, Indratucchya the Vain passes a law with the intent of diverting the focus of unrest in his domain and strengthening his army.
He imposes ornaments of hierarchy on the people, giving each varna hereditary roles to follow.
The law works in his favor to some extent, but ends up fragmenting the society forever.
The five varna system is followed in Panchasthavi even today.
The long war has changed the First Heroes. As they stand amid the corpses of the slain, the traces of anger, arrogance, envy, gluttony, greed, lust, and sloth take root in them. They are turned against each other.
They take up arms, laying claim over Amara.
They are on the verge of killing each other when Sathyavarni stops them.
Characters & Places
Acyrion, Hyperion, Ilirion
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Agniputra Agnisatva
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Bhudevi
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Eguel
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Indraputra Indrajit
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Kalypso, Kalliope, Kallisto
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Kanakaśrnga
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Rajataśrnga
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Suryaputra Shurakarna
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Tamraśrnga
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Vayuputra Bhimavega
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Varunaputri Sathyavarni
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Vrog Ra
- Sons of Avenil/Demigod Avenians
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- Demigod son of Agnideva
- Mother of the World/An avatar of Mother Elyzia
- Goddess of Death/Avenian Immortal
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- Demigod son of Indradeva
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- Daughters of Triton and Amphyra/Empresses of Atlantian Empire/Vyohreisian Immortals
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- First Rakshasa/Founder of Rakkasa Dynasty
- Son of Kanakaśrnga/The First Zamindar
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- Demigod son of Suryadeva
- Son of Rajataśrnga/The First King in the subcontinent of Indravati
- Demigod daughter of Vayudeva
- Demigod daughter of Varunadeva
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- First Sovereign of the Vampyre Covens/Emperor of Arian Empire
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Amara
Avenia
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Granterra
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Bhuviloka
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Patalaloka
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Swargaloka
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- City of Gold/Capital of Rakkasa Dynasty
- Nation of the Avenian Immortals (vyngil)
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- A continent in Ocean Primera (The First Ocean)
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- The realm of mortals
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- The realm of asuras
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- The realm of devas
Esta OCEANA Segunda
IAHSSA
The Council of Five
After the War of Vengeance, the human tribes ended up in Esta Oceana Segunda (The Second Ocean of the East), where the lands were less wild and more habitable.
The human tribes prospered under the rule of the Council of Five (descendants of Ihiannan’s mage children).
The humans had mastered the art of ship building, and since the decline of trade with the elves, many had turned to agriculture. Ten villages surrounded the main village of Saran, where was located the wooden palace of the Five.
One day, when a hunter was exploring the forest on the southern fringes of the village, he noticed a large population of animals that had migrated too close to the village. Perturbed, he traveled further south, and to his utmost surprise, he saw that his favored hunting spot was no more, for in its place, the endless waters stretched as far as he could see.
It was as the elves had said.
With all haste, he jumped on his hunting boar and thundered back to the main village, shouting at the top of his voice. The flood had come. He went to the Five, but they still refused to believe him. They ordered him to take them to the forest, and when they witnessed the sight, it was as if the world had been swept from beneath their feet.
They were weak, unlike their great predecessors, and the powers bestowed upon them by the blood of Ihiannan had gone dormant. They returned to their village and hid in their inner chambers.
Aenor Thengil, the Chief Guardian of the Villages, declared himself the voice of the Five. He had been right about migrating to the west, and the Five had been foolish to shun his counsel.
Aenor was swift in action, and he summoned the wood weavers of the Krone family and ordered them to build as many sea vessels as was possible to carry the villagers. He assigned them men, women, and children to help them in their task. When the framework had been laid, the Krones, who bore the gift of Aurae, The Master of Trees, sealed the wood with their power.
It took them almost year, and the water had almost reached the southern borders of their village, but the great sea vessels were finally ready.
They stocked the ten vessels with their best produce, livestock and the other things needed for the voyage. On the tenth day, they set out to sea, leaving behind the home they had loved above all else.
This is recorded in the human tomes of history as Borachi tien Gorjen’et Elyzi, or the Flight from the Tears of Mother Elyzia.
The Great Council of Philosophers at Athenon believe that the ten ships that set sail from Válca met a violent storm along the way. The ten vessels were separated. They are believed to have landed in various unknown continents and islands of Oceana Primera (The First Ocean).
The Flight of Elves
Eyndin summoned the elders of his hall and counseled with them. It was decided that they would send an emissary to scout the oceans in the west and the east.
Tengwil the Swift was chosen by Eyndin and the elven elders to voyage into the west. Many continents and islands he passed, some filled with meadows and waterfalls, some barren with wide plains, some covered with sand, some covered with ice, and some made of rocks and boulders. After several years, he came to a vast land untouched and pristine.
It was the continent of Granterra in Oceana Primera (The First Ocean).
Upon his return, Tengwil informed Eyndin of his journey, of the great lands covered with a sea of grass and of the great forests that stretched as far as an eye could see.
Elvar Eyndin ordered his people to prepare for the grand expedition, for they would leave Iahssa in a month. They gathered fruits and nuts and clothing of websilk, for Tengwil warned that the seas were cold and some of the islands on the way were barren of fruit.
The elves of Iahssa set out to the great continent led by Eyndin, Vanorin, and Tengwil. Many islands they passed, all filled with meadows and waterfalls and trees, and when they asked if they were the ones he was speaking of, Tengwil shook his head.
When they reached an island of great trees and clear waterfalls on the way to Granterra, Elvar Eyndin and many of the elves decided to stay on the paradise, which is now known as Eldekai. Elvar Eyndin claimed that he had felt the presence of Mother Elyzia on the island.
Though Vanorin and Tengwil tried to change his mind, he remained staunch in his decision. Vanorin and Tengwil continued west with the rest, for they believed it was not their destined land. After many years of slow voyage, Vanorin and Tengwil and the hundred elves who had continued with them finally reached the great continent of Granterra in the First Ocean.
The War of Vengeance ended when the continent of Válca in Esta Oceana Dieza (The Tenth Ocean of the East) split into two.
Only a few of the elves who fought with Mendrion III had survived.
Ulthori brought them to Iahssa in Esta Oceana Segunda (The Second Ocean of the East).
Here they built their new villages, and here Ihiannan declared herself the Chieftain Queen of the new tribes.
She ruled for many centuries before passing the mantle to the Council of Five.
Meanwhile, Elvar Eyndin was elected king of elves. They prospered in their sheltered homes in the deep expanses of the Faonin Jungle, where they felt closest to Mother Elyzia.
The elves and the humans lived in peace, engaging in trade and commerce.
Thousands of years later, when Ihiannan had long passed away and the Council of Five had taken over, Vanorin, an elven seer, saw the coming of a great flood; a flood that would submerge the entirety of Iahssa.
He first warned the Council of Five, on which now sat the descendants of Ihiannan’s five children.
They laughed at him and dismissed him from their great wooden palace, calling him a superstitious old elf.
Vanorin then went to Elvar Eyndin, who was skeptical of his claims at first, but then he remembered the war, for he had stood beside Mendrion III when Mother Elyzia had swallowed him whole.
The Birth of Fae
When he was questioned about his unit, he told them they were attacked by three sidhe. They had succeeded in killing the four elves. Naeris had killed the last standing sidhe. His lie became the truth.
Naeris learned the girl was called Erza of the Roses.
Day after day, and week after week, Naeris brought her fruit from the trees and flowers from the meadows. He gave up his position in the army of his king and became a seller of fruits, for it did not take up much of his day and he could tend to Erza without having her out of the house.
She would likely be sentenced to death if caught by the elves or humans.
Many years passed, and Erza fell in love with Naeris.
Naeris had always loved her, and when she professed her love to him, he was overjoyed. But his joy was short lived, for a human thief had broken into his home, and what had he witnessed, but a sidhe fast asleep in the house of an elf.
The news spread, and Ihiannan’s guards and Eyndin’s guards came to his house, and they took Erza.
Naeris was distraught with rage and sorrow. On the night of the execution, he escaped from his cell and stole into the tree hall of Eyndin and set fire to it, for he knew it was the only way to save Erza.
He had meant for it to be a distraction, but the wind carried it to other boughs and branches, and soon it had turned into a raging inferno.
Naeris found Erza, but his village and his house was no more, and the wild flames had killed many of his brethren.
Naeris and Erza fled and were never seen again.
Many a historians claim they settled in Eldekai, while the most popular belief is that they were the first ones to reach Granterra. They are said to have made abode in the Véha Valley.
They are said to have borne seven children, Elluvin of the Daisies, Narya of the Tulips, Irwen of the Orchids, Zera of the Lilies, Elron of the Oak, Aroth of the Birch, Friedel of the Pine.
They were the first fae.
The children of the elves and sidhe were more beautiful than creature on Elyzia. They had wings like rainbow and hair like silver and gold.
They were closer to Mother Elyzia than any other race.
As years turned to decades, the fae proliferated across the valley.
It was not until many years later that the elves led by Vanorin and Tengwil arrived in Granterra. But the two races did not make contact until thousands and thousands of years later, when Siari, the great granddaughter of Elron ruled the vales of Véha, and Elvar Círdan had taken the throne of Glendór.
The War of Vengeance had ended, and Chieftain Queen Ihiannan ruled the human tribes.
Elvar Eyndin ruled the Elves.
Fighting units were dispatched to find and kill any sidhe that might have passed through the Ulthori's rift into Iahssa.
Leading one of these units was a young elf named Naeris Glorfinel.
His group of five was scouting the area when Naeris came across a small cave. At its mouth were tracks. He drew his sword and walked inside, and he heard sobbing in a dark corner.
It was sidhe girl.
When Naeris went up to her, she cowered and slunk bank in fear. In her eyes, Naeris saw fear, and her expression tore into his heart like an obsidian shard. He had never seen anything but challenge and pride and disdain in the eyes of a Sidhe, but this girl was different. She was innocent. He could not harm something so pure.
He consoled her and questioned her.
One of the elves had slain her father, but she had escaped. She was hiding from the fighting units sent to kill the sidhe.
Naeris went back to his camp and never said a word to his companions, for he knew they would kill her.
That night, when they were resting, Naeris grabbed his dagger and slew all five of them.
He went back to the cave and found the girl in the same dark corner. He talked to her and sang to her, trying to calm her down. He told her that she needed to go with him, or another group would find her. When he promised that he would not harm her, and would lead her to safety, she agreed to go with him.
In the shadows of midnight, he snuck her to his house at the fringes of the forest near the human villages. He hid her in the storage room, lest his neighbors found her.
Characters & Places
Aenor Thengil
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Elvar Cirdan
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Elvar Eyndin
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Erza of the Roses
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Naeris Glorfinel
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Siari
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Tengwil
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Vanorin
- Chief Guardian of Villages under the Council of Five
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- Descendant of Elvar Eyndin who came with Vanorin and Tengwil to Granterra
- King of Elves
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- A sidhe refugee/Mother of Fae
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- An elven soldier/Father of the Fae
- Great granddaughter of Elron of the Oak/Queen of the fae
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- An elven voyager
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- An elven seer advising the elven king
Faonin Jungle
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Eldekai
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Granterra
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Veha Valley
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- Abode of elves in the continent of Iahssa in Esta Oceana Segunda (The Second Ocean of the East)
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- A paradise of the elves located in the Great Island Chain connecting Granterra to the southern continent
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- One of the Great Elven Kingdoms of Granterra
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- The hidden abode of the sidhe in Granterra
Esta OCEANA Dieza
Válca
The Awakening
"Find her," the feminine voice had said.
This was the territory of the Blackwood Spirits, but he was too hot headed to care. With his control over the elements of nature, Venlynn of the Oaks turned the stone walls in his way into sand.
He cried out when his eyes found the figure in the pond before him; it was a cry of joy and admiration.
The creature resting on the bed of watervines was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen, with skin as delicate as the flowers of dawn, hair as dark as shadows of midnight, and lips the shade of wild strawberries and cherries.
Venlynn whispered in her ears and shook her shoulders, but she did not wake. A strange energy surrounded her, a weave of alien magics. At that moment, Venlynn knew she had been frozen by a Creator from Avanthelon.
Beyond the hidden walls, the sun had set, and shadows had descended. Venlynn stood before the slumbering figure, trying to unravel the magic that Afriel had weaved around her. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years...
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After one thousand years, when Venlynn had lost all his energy and force of life, Imináfriel opened her eyes, brighter than the brightest rubies.
Imináfriel, who had been laid to sleep in Válca, a forested continent in Esta Oceana Dieza (Tenth Ocean of the East), was all but forgotten.
Hundreds of thousands of centuries had passed, when a nature spirit named Venlynn of the Oaks came upon a sealed crypt of water in the deepest and the darkest part of the Woods of Urisys.
The night before, he had seen a vision in which he was walking through dark trees and black grass, and today, the same trees stretched around him.
Imináfriel cried out for her mother, but there was no reply. There was nothing there, but darkness and leaves and rocks.
She saw the nature spirit on the ground before her, clothed in garbs woven from moss. Its eyes were green as the sunlit leaves, and skin as brown as the bark of oak.
She had heard of the demons of the forest from her mother, but she had never come across one. She inched back, her eyes agape with fear.
It opened its mouth and a strange noise rolled from its tongue, like the tinkle of water and the chirping of birds and the roll of thunder. It was both terrifying and sweet.
Her mother had told Imináfriel about the deceptions of demons. She crawled back into the corner as it advanced, but it did not slit her throat or rip out her heart. It offered its hand, but she refused to budge, cursing it in the tongue of the Creators.
Venlynn left her in the crypt and went back to his groves.
The next day, he returned with fruits and berries and nuts. Imináfriel did not touch the food, but when Venlynn left, she nibbled at a berry. It was not poisoned or bitter. She bit into another strange fruit. It was not poisoned either.
Every day, Venlynn brought her food. Imináfriel did not trust him yet, but she ate the food.
As the months passed, the fifteen eggs developed in her stomach. Imináfriel thought it was the magics of Venlynn that was causing this strange pain and the swelling.
One day, she left the crypt, trying to get away from the demon. She ran for days and weeks, but the pains only got worse, and her stomach swelled even more.
She crossed many a forests and many a plains and came upon a lake when her water broke. She thought her stomach was going to burst, and she knelt and cried out for Afriel.
"Trust him," the voice echoed through her ears and through the glade beside the water, and she knew her mother was watching over her.
It was there that Venlynn found her, and it was there that she gave birth. The moment Venlynn witnessed the babes, he knew what they would mean to Mother Elyzia, yet he did not shun them or Imináfriel.
The First Humans
Imináfriel became the mother of the First Humans, eight male and seven female. Venlynn washed them in the pond.
Their blood dyed the water red, and the lake came to be known as the Scarlet Lake of Válca.
Venlynn swore he would protect Imináfriel. Instead of taking her back to his own, where he knew she would be killed along with her offspring, he took her south, where the trees met the sea of sand.
Imináfriel christened her boys after the greatest warriors and the girls after the greatest philosophers of Avanthelon; Archon the Audacious, Gazardiel the Gallant, Zuriel the Zesty, Iahhel the Daring, Valhoel the Valorous, Telantes the Stalwart, Mendrion the Mettlesome, Mihael the Chivalrous, Anael the Great, Maion the Bright, Izrail the Brilliant, Jophiel the Prudent, Esther the Wise, Eae the Enlightened, Arael the Sage.
Archon became their leader, and his siblings became the progenitors of the human race.
Imináfriel learned the language of the nature spirits, and Venlynn learned the language of Avanthelon. In the great village of Zhodon, the Elder Humans prospered under the rule of Venlynn and Imináfriel. The six families grew into six tribes, each controlling vast swathes of lands, and many moved toward the northern reaches of the continent.
They always kept to the grasslands and avoided the dark woods like Venlynn had warned them to. They made weapons from stone, wood, and pitch of trees, for there were no metals of gold and silver to make weapons like the ones Afriel had taught Imináfriel to wield. With their obsidian weapons, they hunted the creatures of the wild and ate them where fruit was scarce.
Imináfriel often told them tales of her life with the Creators and Immortals, and also of the First Fifteen.
As years passed, the humans learned to tame the creatures of wild and used them to carry meat and fruit, especially wild buffaloes and aurochs which were used for milk, meat, and leather.
Trade developed between the tribes as they exchanged meat for pelts and fruit for nuts.
As the villages grew, and the children of the first humans grew more and more territorial about their hunting grounds, the conflicts increased.
Archon IV, the descendant of Archon the Audacious was appointed as the Watcher of all tribes, and he would pass punishment to those who had wronged.
In a few hundred years, the humans conquered much of forest, razing through trees and nature.
Even then Venlynn hid his disapproval, for he loved Imináfriel more than anything else, and she loved her children.
The First Sidhe and Elves
A few thousand years later, Imináfriel gave birth to nine children of Venlynn. They were Ehrendil, Anafelin, Malgath, Maiele, Haemir, and Ashera of the Elves, and Roydark, Kharis, and Xyrven of the Sidhe.
The first elves had more of Imináfriel’s characteristics, and the first sidhe had more of Venlynn’s.
Years passed, and the First Fifteen (humans) passed away. Imináfriel grew old and frail. Venlynn had already turned into a great oak beside the Scarlet Lake.
The human tribes had grown from six small groups to twelve great villages. They had spread their dominion over half of Válca, and they were only growing more powerful, for their now Chieftain Gazardiel II controlled the tribes with an iron fist from Zhodon.
But they respected the bounds of nature and lived in caves and huts made from palm leaves and stones and depended on animals and fruit for food.
The elves built their free villages far from the humans, in the deeper confines of the Woods of Zera, and Imináfriel lived among them. The sidhe had long deserted their mother and siblings, seeking the abode of the nature spirits. Only one sidhe named Ihiannan stayed with her great grandmother, for she loved her dearly.
Gazardiel’s successor, Chieftain King Mendrion II (Mendrion the Terrible) was far more ruthless and violent. He decreed that all elves and sidhe acknowledge him as the king and surrender the resources in their territories.
This did not sit well with the elves, and they complained to the Queen Mother Imináfriel, but even she could not sway Mendrion II.
When he threatened war, the elves complied, for they detested conflict above all else.
The sidhe were not so compliant and sent the cracked skull of Mendrion’s messenger back on his runner boar.
Enraged, Mendrion II ordered his men to set aflame the fringes of the Maekhen Woods. Hundreds of nature spirits and sidhe died as the fire brought down trees and parched the streams. When the sidhe saw the ruined corpses of their kind and the scars on Mother Elyzia, fiery rage boiled through their primordial veins, for they were the blood of Venlynn, a true child of Elyzia.
When the sidhe came to Mendrion’s village for retaliation, they brought with them the rage of nature spirits. Lightning struck the huts and houses, and violent gusts ensnared the humans within their walls. The ground opened its maw and swallowed them whole.
The sidhe were the embodiment of the ancient calamities that had once ruled all of Elyzia before the coming of Creators. The village was annihilated along with the King of Chieftains.
The sidhe retreated to Maekhen.
Imináfriel was distraught when she found out about her sons and daughters slaughtering each other, and it was not long before she succumbed to sorrow and sickness. The elves mourned her death for a week and buried her beneath the Oak that was once her husband.
Mendrion III took up the mantle of Kingship soon after. He summoned all the chieftains of Válca. He revoked his father’s decree and moved his Capital Village to Zoran, on the northern fringes of the Elven Woods of Zera.
He advised the chieftains to train every man, woman, and child in combat. He invited the elves to his feasts and festivals, and during these, his own villagers were not allowed to eat meat in front of the guests.
He earned their trust and respect, and they swore their friendship to him. He announced that the day of the full moon of every month would be celebrated in honor of Queen Mother Imináfriel, and during this feast, sacrifices were made in honor of Creator Afriel, and the twelve Avenians whom Imináfriel had spoken about in her tales.
It was during this festival that Mendrion III laid eyes on Ihiannan, and she laid eyes on him.
He knew she was a sidhe, and she knew he was a human, but they did not care. Within three years, they fell in love, and their union was blessed by the village elder.
The First Mages
Centuries passed, and it was as Mendrion III had willed it to be. It was time to bring his true plan to fruition.
The chieftains answered to him and him alone. Ihiannan loved him and she would stand by his side. He had built an army of trained men and women, and they answered to The Five without question. The time had come for vengeance.
Ihiannan bore Mendrion III five children, who were named Eilauver (The Calamity), Ulthori (The Sky Weaver), Galearon (The Mind Bender), Acaeris (of the Past and Future), Aurae (The Master of Trees).
Mendrion and Ihiannan loved them, and they trained them to be warriors, they taught them kindness and cunning, they trained them to be commanders, and they trained them to be kings and queens.
They were the progenitors of the Five Noble Mage Families of Atlantis.
The Five went to each village and issued the summons, to heed the call of their king or perish.
The mothers, children and the frail were ordered to flee north with as many possessions that their animals could carry, and many of the elves accompanied them, for the impending doom was heavy on the land and they felt it in their blood.
It came to be known as the Flight of Fifty Villages.
The elven elders advised Mendrion III not to take this path, for they knew what a war between the humans and the sidhe meant for Válca. But Mendrion III had made his mind the day he took the scepter, and it had only been cemented over the years.
And now, he had Ihiannan on his side, for she blamed her own kind for causing the death of her mother Imináfriel. He had their beloved mage children, who were feared throughout Válca.
When the armies of Mendrion III met with the sidhe, the ground shook and the skies split, and the tempests tore through woods and villages. The mage children had the power of the sidhe and they had the guile and iron will of their human predecessors.
Mendrion's troops burned the woods and plains while the mage children picked and slaughtered the Sidhe one by one. The War of Vengeance lasted for almost a year, until the woods of Maekhen were reduced to ash and dust. When Mendrion III raised his spear to smite the Nameless King of Nature Spirits and Sidhe Lords, the ground split beneath him, swallowing both.
The chasm tore through the entire continent, devouring everything in its way. Ulthori witnessed the horrifying sight before him and called out to his brothers and sisters.
He swung his blade of strengthened obsidian through the air and split it open with his godly power; the power of Mother Elyzia that he had inherited from his mother, Ihiannan of the sidhe.
The Five, along with their mother and the other survivors, passed through the split into the clear skies and green plains of Iahssa, before the rift sealed behind them.
Thus ended the War of Vengeance.
The Departure of Sidhe
The War of Vengeance claimed the Nameless King of Nature Spirits and Sidhe Lords. The spirits of nature retreated deeper into the darkest forests, abandoning the sidhe.
The war had destroyed their forest homes, and the sea was coming for the rest. It had filled the chasm and swallowed much of the woods. The sidhe knew it was only the beginning of the end.
The Nameless King’s son, Trazana, was no fit ruler. He was too consumed with grief to care about the welfare of his kin. On the tenth day, his grief had turned him mad, and he waded out into the ocean to chase his father’s killers and was never heard of again.
The sidhe were distraught and they tore down everything in their way, trees and houses and dwellings, even if it was their own.
Mother Elyzia had abandoned them.
It was then that Ologella, the lover of Trazana, took up the mantle of a leader and united the few remaining sidhe. She gathered every sidhe woman, man and child and started south. They traveled until the lost sight of the drowned lands and reached the mountains on the southern coast of Válca. They found the elves who had come south to escape the War of Vengeance. Ologella made peace with them and lived in harmony, for her true enemies were the humans who had been the cause of her husband’s death.
The sidhe built their new homes in the Mountains of Válcakor. As years passed, the new nation of the sidhe, named Euruth, prospered. Ologella, after learning that the ocean was continuing to swallow Válca, sent expeditions into the southern seas of the Tenth Ocean of the East.
The sidhe voyagers came across the Vervyn, the dark spirits who inhabited the chain of islands leading to the great southern continent of Zetha.
Word was sent back to Válca.
Ologella, the Queen of the Sidhe, set out with a thousand sidhe armed with axes and swords of obsidian and stone.
She and her forces never returned.
Auotzel, the fifth son of Ologella, took the scepter of leadership. He imprisoned his dissenting siblings and sacrificed as an offering to please Mother Elyzia, for the sidhe believed that sacrificing what was dear to them was the greatest form of devotion.
He made an alliance with the Evyn, the light spirits who inhabited the islands in the east.
He laid siege to the elven cities and captured its elders. He placed the vanquished elves in guarded camps. He turned them into tamed soldiers tempered to serve him.
The Sidhe Lord waited in patience, until every sidhe and elf in his army had been trained and prepared.
The waters had almost reached their mountain cities when Auotzel set out with his troops to Zetha.
The Evyn spirits came with him. He was wary of the power of the Vervyn, for anyone who could defeat his mother was not a foe to be taken lightly.
Auotzel set up camp on the northernmost coast of Zetha, giving enough time for his troops to be well fed and well rested.
On the fifth day, he led the attack himself, razing through the ancient forests of the Vervyn.
The war lasted for five years, until Auotzel succeeded in pushing them back to the neck of Zetha, where he was slain by an elven renegade.
Despite his death, the alliance succeeded in subduing the Vervyn.
The campaign had cost the alliance more than half of their troops. This came to be known as Kempen Espé, or the Campaign of Hope in the sidhe scrolls.
The traitor elf was found and hanged by his own people.
The sidhe established their home in Zetha.
Characters & Places
Archon Iminafrielson
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Archon IV
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Auotzel
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Aurae
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Gazadriel II
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Ihiannan
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Mendrion II
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Mendrion III
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Ologella
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Trazana
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Ulthori
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Venlynn
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- First Human/Leader of the First Humans
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- Watcher of Villages/Descendant of Archon 'the audacious' Iminafrielson
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- Fifth son of Ologella/King of Sidhe
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- The Master of Trees/One of the First Mages
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- Chieftain of the Humans/Descendant of Gazadriel 'the gallant' Iminafrielson
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- Daughter of Xyrven, one of the three First Sidhe
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- Successor of Gazadriel II/Chieftain King of the humans
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- Son of Mendrion II/Chieftain King of the humans
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- Lover of Trazana/Successor of Trazana/Queen of Sidhe
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- Son of the Nameless King of Nature Spirits and the Sidhe
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- A sky weaver/Progenitor of Atlantis' Fell Family
- A nature spirit (Children of Elyzia)/Father of the Elves and Sidhe
Euruth
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Válca
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Iahssa
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Zetha
Zhodon
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- The nation of sidhe located in the mountains of Válcakor in the continent of Válca
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- A forested continent in Esta Oceana Dieza (The Tenth Ocean of the East)
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- A continent of great forests and sweeping plains in Esta Oceana Segunda (The Second Ocean of the East)
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- A continent to the south of Válca in Esta Oceana Dieza (The Tenth Ocean of the East)
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- The village of the First Humans in Esta Oceana Dieza
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